I could rub it out of the sky, its thinness haunts,
And I, a ghost in this time, this half felt summer
With its seasoned tongue, it licks the edges of me,
But will not penetrate, the winter settled in
My heart breathes yesterdays' into every new dawn
And falls, as does the sun, out of the yielding blue,
Drops back into your time, and fades again with you.
